That year's blazing summer was filled with the incessant noise of cicadas.
Luo Yinghe was not fond of studying. Whenever she took out her books and homework, she would start dozing off, and sure enough, within ten minutes, she had fallen asleep.
When she awoke, the sun had already set. While gathering her books, she found that someone had written an answer to the question she couldn't solve.
Instantly, she flew into a rage and marched over to the flower trellis, pushing Luo San: "Who gave you permission to touch my homework?"
In that flower pavilion, it was just the two of them, so besides Little Mute, it couldn't have been anyone else.
There was a loud clang.
The watering can Luo San was holding fell to the ground; the lid rolled away, and water splashed onto Luo Yinghe's skirt.
This completely set off Luo Yinghe's temper. She grabbed the ill-fitting old dress on her, dragged her over to the table. "You imbecile, can you even understand this?"
